096: bounty

The torrent had ceased. Stepping-out from the outcropping, the stranger in a long coat and wide-brimmed hat turned skyward. A chuckle escaped from some part of him, though his face seemed frozen in contemplation. Scratching his chin, the stranger returned his attention to the ground, hiding under the black halo around his crown.

Sure enough, the footprints were still preserved, even in the mud. Even in the distance, what little could be seen hinted at their preservation amidst the downpour.

The stranger smiled, returning gloved hands to his pockets. There was still time, as he started to walk...